Wake the ones that are still on sleep
Like the day will never break
And the ones on a various trip
Going from house in seek of alms
Tell the ones that want it quick
In search of things they never keep
And as many that prefer where life is cheap
Tomorrow is nobody's bragging right
Wake the man still standing still
Who has thrown away his wonderful skills
And the ones who have no will
To fix the future and life when its ill
Tell the ones who have chosen to be unreal
Just to please some friends and ride on fast wheel
And as many that brag all the times to chill
Because tomorrow is nobody's bragging right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem